My rating: 5 of 5 stars
What a fun introduction to this series. Mz. Allee has a great way of drawing you into the procedural process, but not losing you in the specifics. She gives you just enough information for authenticity and keeps the storytelling moving forward.
These are two characters that have closed themselves off to the world for two different reasons. Mac is a half-breed and her back story will carve a hole into you, but it doesn’t define her. It’s a symptom to the cop she becomes, but the woman inside is strong enough to believe that she can be loved, she just assume it isn’t going to happen.
And Aidan. Oh, Aidan, you’re so full of secrets. Because this is a 1st person book, you learn about Aidan as Mac does. And sometimes that can drive me crazy. (One of the reasons that I NEVER used to read 1st person stories–I’ve opened my mind since then and glad that I gave this a try.) But Aidan really grew on me.
I wouldn’t call this a steamy read. It’s definitely sexy in parts, but the focus really is on the mystery. But I did get fulfilled on that end as well. I really want the sexy in my mysteries. I love the push and pull of a couple and it really sets the tone for the down times in the story.
Great job. I’ll definitely be following this series.read more
My rating: 5 of 5 stars
How does a book become steamy AND sweet? Oh…it’s a Cari Quinn book. Marcia and Tony have been the supporting cast for this series and they’ve been on and off together since the beginning. I love that the central story for these two isn’t getting together, it’s the owning up to being in love with each other that was the hard part.
The May/December romance is only part of this story. It doesn’t matter how old either of them are. In fact, it’s done so well that when it’s mentioned I went…oh. That’s right. I forgot.
The best part of this book–beyond the steamy holy crap scenes at Kink–is that I forgot they had a gap in ages. They were just perfect for each other. And that’s the part that matters.
Cari’s my crit partner and I get the joy of reading all her stuff in every stage. My two favorite stages? First read and then RE-READING it when they come out in book form. She always drags me back along with the characters all over again. SO, so good.read more
My rating: 5 of 5 stars
Layla. Aidan. Sawyer.
Such important parts of a wrenching story that you’ll never see coming. Just when you think it’s a simple menage story–you know, the first thirty pages make you think so. But oh boy is that ever wrong.
Mz. Quinn knows just how to wrench open a Pandora’s box of problems for these three characters.
Aidan is a dominant character with secrets he’s even keeping from himself.
Sawyer is an uncomplicated man that has finally found the woman that fits him perfectly and she’s as unattainable as a star.
Layla is stuck between a love she’s always known and a future that’s uncertain and thrilling and just might be more perfect than she’d ever thought possible.
Mz. Quinn also knows how to make a reader work for every little tidbit of information. You’re flipping pages to see just what’s going to happen next. And none of it is predictable. None of it allows for an easy love, but by God is it a satisfying one.
With characters that will leave you breathless, heartbroken and a little bit changed she demands your full attention in this tale. And you’ll want to give it to her. You’ll end up wanting more.
Lucky reader, you get two more amazing stories after this one. The supporting characters in this book are just as all-encompassing. I can’t wait for you to get Con and Drew’s stories. And maybe a taste of someone you’ve already met before…
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“Like what you see?” Sawyer couldn’t help flexing a little for her. She was so pretty, and he wanted to impress her even if he knew this was a one-time thing. It didn’t matter. Right now, she belonged to him.
“You know I do. I love your body.” Layla fanned her hands over his chest, grazing his nipples with her pinkies. He stiffened at her purr of pleasure. “Sensitive here?”
She lowered her head to lap at one of them, then repeated the move on the other while she hooked one leg around his hip and massaged her heel into his back. Her wet pussy met his skin, leaving some of her arousal behind. First on his thigh. His belly. Finally on his cock. She eased back again, stirring up just enough air for him to feel every trail of her desire across his skin.
“Jesus Christ, Layla.”
“I need you. Hurry.”
Sawyer did a backward crab walk to the basket of supplies and grabbed a couple of condoms. Bright pink and blue. Man. But they’d get the job done.
He tossed a quick glance at the sofa and noted Aidan sat almost as placidly as before, if not for the tight lines of strain carving his face. Without shame, Aidan drew his gaze down Sawyer’s body. His eyes didn’t fire with anything but mild interest, but the look alone caused Sawyer to turn away.
This was new territory for him, being observed while he was with a woman. That watching-being-hot thing apparently only applied while everyone was dressed, because if he thought too much about Aidan studying them—and likely getting aroused himself—Sawyer had a feeling he’d go as limp as overcooked broccoli.
He tore open the condom and unrolled it over his length, hoping Layla would give him time for a repeat performance. If he didn’t get inside her fast, his thoughts would win. And he wasn’t about to let that happen.
“Pink’s your color,” she teased when he threw the other condom on the coffee table.
“It’s yours too.” He drew the swollen lips of her pussy apart, visually drinking his fill of the arousal coating dusky rose flesh. Her clit stood proudly, begging for the press of a finger or the flat tip of his tongue. He’d do both before the night was over. “Look at that, all for me.”
“Yes.” She jerked her head, and he knew she’d glanced at Aidan. “All for you.”
He stroked her with two fingers. Up and down he rode her seam, finally pushing them into her sheath. Fuck. So tight. Inferno hot, even more so than before. Her muscles squeezed him as he started to move, testing them both with his deep glides.
Good goddamn, she turned him on. Enough to forget where he was. Even why he was. There was just the two of them, giving and taking pleasure.
Twisting his hand around, he gave her three fingers and used his thumb to toy with the button of distended nerves, each flick pushing her nearer to the point where she’d rain over him. He caught her gasps with his mouth and pushed into her harder. Knowing she could take it. That she yearned for him to shove her to the limit of her control. He could see all that, and more, in the glazed depths of her eyes.
Her orgasm approached with hurricane force. He could feel it gathering inside her, a vortex gaining speed. Drawing energy. He wanted her to break around him, a moment only they would share.
He pulled free, and she cried out. “Shh.” He quieted her with a kiss. “I’ll give you what you need.” He tweaked her nipples with his wet fingers, then licked off the juice he’d displaced.
She gripped his head in both hands, holding him while he tucked his nose into the curve underneath her breast and absorbed her scent as if it were air. Lovemaking had never before been this sweet—or this bitter.
“Sawyer, please.” She encircled his width and scorched him right through the condom. “Come into me.”
My rating: 5 of 5 stars
I know I’m going to forget stuff when I’m writing up my review later. *sigh* I haven’t even finished it and I know this one is going to end up 5 stars. Roxie is a bit smarter about not getting herself into trouble. This time she’s honestly just put into bad situations where she should be safe and isn’t. (except for the haunted house thing. DUH. LOL)
Hank is overwhelmingly male and alpha to the extreme, but my GOD does this man love her. It’s so fast, but it’s so complete that I’m willing to go with it. If I was Roxie–and man, I’d kill to be her. Well, after Billy is caught. THEN I totally want to be her because MY GOD. I want a man like Hank.
100x’s do I want a man like Hank.
1hr later…finishing up the book and here I am to finalize the review. I hate to compare Mz. Ashley to Evanovich, but there are parallels. They both know how to write madcap fun.
But Ashley totally pulls it off better. Her characters are crazy, but they make sense and there’s so much growth by the end of the story that you feel satisfied instead of ready to murder.
The only teensy issue I had was with the end of the book. The flash forward then back was wholly unnecessary and just ruined the otherwise awesome pacing of the book. And I was so with the characters all the way that I just don’t even care enough to take away my 5 stars.
Vance is up next!read more
My rating: 5 of 5 stars
My Goodness…What a beautiful book. I’m a huge fan of the first book, Curio, which was all Caroly’s pov and now we delve into Didier’s psyche. To see just why he is the way he is.
I’m fascinated by the male POV in this book. The lyrical way Mz McKenna explains the terror of agoraphobia, the happiness of falling in love, the absolute trust Didier has with Caroly. All of it should not be. He’s a male prostitute. Yes, you read that right–he makes his living by creating fantasies for women. And within that world he is a god, but the moment he steps out of of that skin his doubts and his needs and his fears are so real and so heartwrenching.
Even with all the exposition and limited dialogue it reads exactly as it should. This is about a sensitive man that is on a journey. He knows he loves Caroly, but he knows he’s not ready for a one on one relationship with her yet. He knows it would be selfish to ask more from her when he’s not ready to give up his lifestyle, nor is he ready to be more than a beautiful caged bird of his own making.
But he’s closer.
And the beauty of Caroly is that she only wants what he can give. And that doesn’t make her a weak character. Not at all. It’s a journey for both of them.
And within all of the emotional tides in this story is a love scene that will truly rock your world. Caroly is curious about some of his clients and wants to expand her sexual horizons and MY GOD does she.
READER WARNING: Role playing of forced seduction involved. But if you’ve read Willing Victim from Mz McKenna…it’s not to that level, but no less hot. WHEW!!read more